Hey guys, sorry for the delay- just been dealing with some personal shit lately. I'm honestly going to try to keep the updates more regular since I'm done with classes for the next two weeks. Easier said than done I suppose. I noticed that there are no translations for the first chapter and I'm so sorry! I'll sneak them in with this chapter's. By the way, thanks to all of you who have been kind enough to review/favorite/alert/read my story. It really does mean a lot to me! J

I do not own APH: Axis Powers Hetalia

Montreal, Quebec, Canada

11:30 PM

"How is she?"

Matthew sighed and rubbed his stomach out of habit while cradling the phone to his ear with some help from his shoulder, "she is perfectly fine; rather demanding, though."

Francis laughed over the extension and the Canadian's heart clenched at the familiar sound, "well she is my daughter, Mathieu."

He smiled slightly at the jest and spoke quietly, his tone serious, " She misses you."

In France, Francis clutched the phone tightly and replied back, soothingly, "and you, Chérie, do you miss me?"

"You know I do, Francis," he responded.

"I miss you too, mon ange. I miss waking up to you in my arms and I miss those cute little noises you make when we're-"

"I will hang up," the Canadian said flatly.

Francis chuckled, "oh but, I was thinking we'd try phone sex."

"The worst part is that you're completely serious…"

"Perhaps another time, when you're not so ornery…", Francis mused, angering his already volatile husband.

"And why is that you think I'm so ornery, chérie?", he sneered into the phone. He stopped when he heard the distant sharp echo of his tone and apologized, "I'm sorry, Francis."

Matthew hated himself when the Frenchman replied, sounding a bit sad, "no, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be alone so close to the due date."

"I'm not alone though," the younger man tried to reason. "I have Ar-"

"You know what I mean, Mathieu. I know you're still very unhappy with the situation, do not try to hide things from me."

There was a rare silence between them that made Matt uneasy. Francis was right, God damn him.

He cleared his throat and replied in the most steady tone he could muster, on the verge ears, "We are nations. Our first duty is to our people. I was being selfish and…"

"Mathieu. You and our child are my first priority now. There is no reason that my government cannot rumy citizens in a just and acceptable manner. And I do love my people, but you are far more precious," Francis promised.

The Canadian had finally given into the tears he had been fighting and managed to hiccup into the phone, "When are you coming home?"

"I'm going into the last meeting in about ten minutes and telling them I'm leaving early. Then, I'll be on the next flight back. Until then, I want you to get some sleep and continue to do everything the doctor advised, last week."

Canada nodded even though he knew the Frenchman could not see him, " I love you."

"And I love you,

He didn't know how Alfred had managed to talk him into this. It was bloody ridiculous, he only being about two months along and not yet showing any sort of change. But yet here he was, Alfred's larger body spooning his own and big hands on his naked stomach.

"What do you think it'll be?," Alfred asked breathlessly as he gently stroked Arthur's middle.

The Brit groaned, "I don't have a bloody clue, Git."

Alfred pouted, "Well aren't you supposed to have some mother's intuition junk or something, Iggy?"

"I'm not going to even dignify that with a response."

"You're no fun."

"I'm aware."

The next five minutes were comfortably silent until Alfred began to speak once again, "I don't care what it is. I already love him or her."

Arthur blushed and turned to face his husband, kissing him sweetly. Alfred returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around him , subtly maneuvering their bodies to where Arthur straddled his hips. Arthur broke the kiss once he realized what had happened and glared down heatedly at the American below him.

Alfred pouted playfully before leaning up on his elbows to peck the irritated man on the lips.

"Sorry, sorry. You're just so cute when you get all flustered!"

Arthur felt himself bristle at the comment and pushed Alfred back down onto the mattress before, rolling off the chuckling younger man and onto his side, back to Alfred. After said man calmed down from his giggling, he resumed their positions from earlier, spooning Arthur's body into his own. Too tired to put up a fuss, Arthur let him.

"Do you know the plan for tomorrow," Arthur asked, realizing he was unaware of their current situation due to sleeping off nausea and body aches all afternoon.

Alfred grunted, "Not sure, I was gonna wait to see how you two felt in the morning. I was thinking about taking it easy, renting some movies or something along those lines."

"That sounds fine…I'm going to do some work on Parliament's newest problem," Arthur told him, snuggling more into the Americans embrace.

Alfred stiffened, and said sternly, "I know you have to work and I don't expect you to stop just because you're pregnant but, please for my sake at least, don't over do it."

Arthur grinned and grabbed the hands around his stomach, grasping them in his own in an unusual act of tenderness.

"Anything for you."

Fuck guys, I know. Boring, short chapter. I'm having some issues right now, nothing I need to elabporate on.